he knows what he’s doing.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
Peeta’s the good one, the likable one. He can make people believe anything. I’m the one who shuts up and sits back and lets him do as much of the talking as possible.
He’s so cute I’m gonna puke